NO_PRESSURE_FREESTYLE (feat. Chivok)

Beat be knocking, and that treesh yeah she be topping I rock, b.b. Simon, I got guap why she be wildin' I hear CD's scratching, heart attacking, beam attachment You can catch it, if you lacking ain't no telling what's gon happen Black b.b. Simon on my waist, and I got bape up on my face I got all black up on my body, can't leave clues, can't catch a case I put a T on the AK, and then I'm finna do the race We both got Tech, but imma shoot and he gon pour it in his drank Sorry baby I been humble too long, imma let my ego grow as big as it gets If I give you my loyalty, you still in debt Play with my heart imma make you regret Imma keep booming and you gon regress They gon see me shining with my baguettes Fuck off the henny we don't need no rest They cannot know my next move let me guess Feel a King in this bitch, and you niggas is rooks This a game we call chess, woah woah Keep em' check, woah woah You know the rest, woah woah Beat be knocking, and that treesh yeah she be topping I rock, b.b. Simon, I got guap why she be wildin' I hear CD's scratching, heart attacking, beam attachment You can catch it, if you lacking ain't no telling what's gon happen Black b.b. Simon on my waist, and I got bape up on my face I got all black up on my body, can't leave clues, can't catch a case I put a T on the AK, and then I'm finna do the race We both got Tech, but imma shoot and he gon pour it in his drank Wrist on milly I be rocking off dis faygo White hoes, how they all gon know my name tho Bankroll, always looking at the bankroll Pocket watching ain't gon get you to the safe hoe Y'all stay safe tho slide on her like bang bros And If he got another problem we could bang bro I stay cooking up this beef, you looking lame bro Ya thotty slupring up this skeet but that's ya main hoe I'm Milly rocking Milly rocking Milly rocking ayo I'll catch that body once my Brodie sends the drop I'm AO Forget about it imma pop one know that I can't say no I'm too high to deal with drama matics aimed at ya throat Coast to coast we sipping, dreaming, Florida living Get the neck fuck out ya feelings She's a trick, disappear magicians I'm the shit don't needa listen, all the ice on me don't glisten Put that ice all in this liquid Sierra Mist mix in my system yeah Beat be knocking, and that treesh yeah she be topping I rock, b.b. Simon, I got guap why she be wildin' I hear CD's scratching, heart attacking, beam attachment You can catch it, if you lacking ain't no telling what's gon happen Black b.b. Simon on my waist, and I got bape up on my face I got all black up on my body, can't leave clues, can't catch a case I put a T on the AK, and then I'm finna do the race We both got Tech, but imma shoot and he gon pour it in his drank